lost (apr07)

The narrative of my existence is the reality of this life, recording the tragedy of a life that has never lived “life to its full potential”. I purposely distract myself from the important things in life by living in the moment; the future only seemed a fictional story for the naïve. People dream of producing prodigious jazz pieces, creating marvellous works of art or even swiftly dancing across eminent stages of the world. Stray ideals of fame, intelligence, passion and striving to intangible aspirations were all part of ploy to make us collapse. The cynicism I present now stems from a failure of academic proportions.